the Cave

A thread of light fell,
Upon the poor, poor man,
Who stumbled through
The Cave of Ignorance.

Was it truth? No.
Such a light had no
Place in these bleak
Surroundings.

It struck him square
Between the eyes.
But he failed to see
The point that lay upon his face.

He groped for an aid,
But the point's tiny size
Managed to avoid any
Contact with his cornea.

But what use could
This speck of a ray be
When its very existence
Is questionable?

He stumbled through the enclosure
Opening old sores and
Creating new ones,
While his life painted the floor.

And as he lay dying from
Self inflicted defeat,
He glimpsed the light.
And Joel was standing there.

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